“You have known Montecucully?”
“As well as I know you, M. de Favras; and, indeed, much better, for this is but the second or third time I have had the honor of seeing you, while I lived nearly a year under the same tent with him of whom you speak.”
“You knew Philip de Valois?”
“As I have already had the honor of telling you, M. de Condorcet; but when he returned to Paris, I left France and returned to Bohemia.”
“And Cleopatra.”
“Yes, countess; Cleopatra, I can tell you, had eyes as black as yours, and shoulders almost as beautiful.”
“But what do you know of my shoulders?”
“They are like what Cassandra’s once were; and there is still a further resemblance,—she had like you, or rather, you have like her, a little black spot on your left side, just above the sixth rib.”
“Oh, count, now you really are a sorcerer.”
“No, no,” cried the marshal, laughing; “it was I who told him.”